I was 7 when my dad passed away....It Was an accident...Before his death everything was going fine..But after it hard time began,Seemed like the whole world is opposing us and we were unable to do anything for it....
My mother was struggling for everything....thank god my broad hearted uncles was there to save us.....
I saw my mother working for us.....only for us...
its not easy to educate 3 boys and a girl when you belong to a middle class family and the earnings are lower than expenses....
And this continued till my eldest brother became an officer and I get into college...
So finally i came here 3 days ago......got my reports and now I came to know why i got that little dent to my "Silver Queen!
Its "brachiocephalic artery disorder"
yup name is quite confusing....but still I sorted out its short form is B.A.D....
Doctor says i have no more than a year or maybe two....Operation is extremely risky
60-40 chances..I meant 60% chances of death and 40% of normal living.....there is no other way so i agreed for the operation....
i started doing everything I wanna do.....
Not afraid but worried....
Right now I am sitting alone and asking questions to myself.....
I have 4 days to go.....
if i am dead then what my handful friends wil do...and so my family....
hard to imagine but its true....its gonna happen.....
lets see what happens to me......
i called everyone.......talked to them.....except mom
but it will be really hard to make The Last Call
